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P redictably, Turtle wanted me to come back to the van after work. He’d invited Blake and her super hot friend, Quinn, to come ‘chill,’ which usually meant we were gonna try and get laid.

Quinn was a petite, tanned brunette with shiny hair and big green eyes. She was almost exactly my type. What made things worse was she was also super cool and really into surfing.

If we had met these girls on the East Coast, I would have been balls deep in Quinn before you could say ‘ hang loose.’

But, I had promised Riddick I wouldn’t fuck anyone, so I had to make up some excuse about having a stomach ache so I could head home.

I got a boner that night while showering and thinking of what could have happened with Quinn if I had stayed. Out of habit, I reached down to stoke myself when Riddick’s piercing blue eyes suddenly cut across the forefront of my mind .

‘It means exactly what you think it means.’

My dick throbbed in my hand, and I forced myself to stop stroking it, though I massaged my balls a little with my other hand, doing my best to quell the fire that had been building down there.

Fuck.

This was ridiculous.

He definitely didn’t actually mean I couldn’t beat off.

I closed my eyes and called Quinn’s pretty face back up to the forefront of my mind and tugged on my dick again, pretending it was her puffy, gloss-covered lips wrapped around me instead of my own hand.

I got maybe two strokes in when my stupid mind started playing tricks on me.

Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I blinked and found myself imagining that Riddick was in the bathroom with me, his blue eyes trained on my throbbing cock.

The expression on his face told me he wasn’t impressed that I was in the shower touching myself, and I scowled.

Blinking again, I shook my head to rid myself of his image and tried to conjure Quinn back up, but I couldn’t get back into it.

Why had I imagined Riddick in here, watching me?

My skin turned to gooseflesh, and my dick throbbed painfully at the thought of his eyes trained on my cock, watching me stroke myself.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that he would be disappointed in me for failing his challenge on the first day… even though he had never confirmed that I actually shouldn’t be beating off.

However, I was nothing if not competitive. Even if there was a slight chance that he actually had been challenging me not to jerk off, I couldn’t let him win.

Especially not on the first night.

Shaking my head again, I released my still rock-hard cock and got out of the shower, hoping if I ignored my erection, it would die down soon.